In an effort to think positively and not get sick, I am downing water faster than the Titanic. I'm currently on ounce sixty-eight, which means I'll float away shortly, while having wonderfully hydrated skin. I drink it as hot as possible, adding a bit of lemon at the end to cut the throat crud. Add to that the 47 Hall's Fruit Breezers I've had today, and you'll understand why I don't care if any of the rest of my students show up or not.
This is the part about being a singer that stinks.